Its been awhile. It’s almost like when I feel good, I get so caught up in living I forget to share.
It’s something I need to work on because sharing is so rewarding, whether my story resignates or not, it allows me to let go of everything I’m feeling.
So here is my current obstacle: a double mastectomy.
Double is good when it comes to double the snacks, double the dogs, double the time but NOT when it comes to double mastectomies.
When talk of a double mastectomy first arose, during the end of my chemotherapy treatments, my boyfriend tried to enlighten the conversation by telling my oncologist (may I add pediatric oncologist) “at least she can get the fake boobs she’s always dreamt about.” In that moment I was MOST definitely embaressed. That was far too much information for my oncologist yet he laughed & I too did.
The conversation was short, for the current battle was beating the cancer I had already been diagnosed with, not PREVENTING a new one.
But here we are, almost a year and a half post active treatment and these preventative steps are now on the forefront.
I saw my new genetic doctor just over a month ago and I already have an appointment with both the surgeon who removes the breast tissue & the surgeon who completes the reconstruction.
The thought of losing my natural breasts doesn’t make me feel like any less of a woman BUT it still sucks (a whole frickin lot.)
I can’t feel half my face (no change there) but now losing feeling in part of my chest is daunting & somewhat overwhelming.
Follow along for this new adventure (I use the term adventure loosely.)
But basically, by the end of this journey, I’ll be a bionic woman.